The Gift and the Curse

[Verse 1: King Gordy] I'm sick of being broke as fuck every damn day I wish that we could open up when a band plays Perform our hearts out, maybe get us a fan base You can love me in either a good or a bad way When I run out of rhymes that'd be a sad day My life moves at a fast pace like a drag race Sometimes I think in this industry they don't have space For someone that is unique as me, I just had to say See I speak freely, sometimes it leaves a bad taste In the mouths of these corporate people who have say Of who should be signed or not, it's a damn shame I wanna have fame, give a girl my last name How many of us hoping to get in this rap game? So they can take care of they people when they chance came This for my artists that do it like its the last thing They'll ever do in their lives, now I am asking [Chorus: King Gordy, (Monica Blaire)] Are you ready for a million fans? (Million fans) Girls scream when they touch your hands (Touch hands) You done traveled all across the land But you still don't understand (This is a gift) Are you ready for a million fans? (Million fans) Girls scream when they touch your hands (Touch hands) You done traveled all across the land But you still don't understand (This is a curse) [Verse 2: King Gordy] Life ain't so easy is it? Might seem exquisite Excited by TV images Projecting all these false idols, we lost lives too Over a war of words, Biggy and Pac died too All you want is people to recognize you Feed your family, tour the world, till the next time you Drop an album, but see now you riding in Phantoms You had a number one hit, something you couldn't fathom In over a million years, you've got a million peers That get a million chill bumps when they hear your shit pump You're on the cover of every magazine now You are a star, you've been put inside a machine now You are a sophomore, when will the jitters begin You ain't broke no more, does the hunger still live within? Will your beats be a little slower or faster or Will they demand your single sounds like your last one? [Chorus] [Verse 3: King Gordy] This time around, will you do as well as they're expecting? Or will your loyal fans close their ears and reject it You were highly respected, had fire on your last record Nominated for Grammys, you wasn't half steppin' I hope you were taught a very valuable life lesson Ah baby don't stress it, diamonds are made from pressure I hope this gives you pleasure instead of causing depression They're applauding, you're next up, step up They're out of their seats, didn't have to tell em to get up You charted this weak, you're number one, the pressures letting up Your 15 seconds continue to tick on A mega celebrity but inside something's wrong He's never home, he's unhappy, he loves his family His kids love they daddy, his girl's fussing at him Plus you're tryna get your group on that you came up with So now you know what the price of fame will come with [Chorus]